Author's Note: Yes I've posted this story before if you recognize the title, but I deleated it now I'm reposting it. :) It's been a while since I've posted a story so I might have "writer's rust" Lol XD Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Vampire Academy.
Three Years Before... Dimitri's POV:
We were in our dorm and the atmospere was thick with grieve. Ivan aimlessly looked out the window.
It was a week ago when Ivan's family was murdered by Strigoi.
And still Ivan hasn't coped. How could he? He has no father, mother, and sister any more...not only that the Zeklos family won't take him in because of his rebelious persona, so they're making him stay at St. Vladmir's Academy.
I signed not able to watch my friend struggle through this depression.
"Ivan we're leaving." I got off my bed and walked to him.
He looked up at me puzzled, "Dimitri we're only fourteen how can we survive outside this academy? And what about your family?"
He had a point. What would my family think if I ran away? My mother would be devestated...
I swallowed and shook my head, "Ivan that doesn't matter. You're my Moroi and you come first. And the best thing for you is to get away from here there's too many memories."
There was pain in his eyes. His sister use to be enrolled here and to make things worst Ivan says he sees her ghost. He definately needs to get away from here.
Ivan looked back out the window. Thunder erupted and rain started pouring.
"The weather is too bad."
"Is that your best excuse?" I smirked.
He gave a small smile, "Thanks for being here for me Dimitri."
I smiled, "You're welcome now let's pack."
Ivan nodded and we began filling our backpacks with clothes, food, and nesassary iteams.
I looked at the alarm clock 12:00p.m.
"We better leave now while everyones sleep and before the guardians switch shifts." I warned.
Ivan nodded and we crept out the dormatory and to outside.
"Ivan wait here."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I need to get something important."
I took off to where the gym was and grabbed my spare key. Guardian Alto knew how much I loved training so he gave me a spare key.
I unlocked the gym and went to the supply closet where I saw it.
A silver stake. I've never practiced with one but I have studied how to use them and where to stake a Strigoi's heart.
I bit my lip anxiously. The thought of taking a life made me feel unesy, but I knew the outside world was dangerous.
I grabbed it and quickly ran out the gym locking it back. I stuffed the stake in my boot pocket and met up with Ivan.
"What did you get?"
"A stake."
"Yum!"
I chuckled, "Not that kind Ivan."
He pouted but flipped his hood on. "Let's go Belikov."
I flipped my hood on as well and we ran for the fence in the back of the academy climbing over it.
"So do you know exactly where we are going?"
"Hmm...not really..."
He raised his eyebrows, "And here I thought you were always organized."
We continued walking in the woods until we were seeing the town.
Daylight (our night). Ivan swallowed. I patted his back, "We're going to the train station it's about thirty minutes from here you think you can hang in there?"
I knew the sun could make a Moroi weak in a matter or minutes.
Ivan nodded, "It's for the best." He gave me a reasssuring smile.
I smiled back and we went to the train station.
It was packed! People everywhere. I scanned around and sure enough there were a few Dhampirs and Moroi around.
I looked up at the board for arriving trains. Portland, Oregon would be boarding in a few minutes.
"Let's go to Oregon." I suggested.
Ivan looked doubtful, "Dimitri what if they ask for a ID?"
Damnit! I didn't think of this!
Ivan smirked, "I'll compel them."
My eyes widened, "That's forbidden and-"
"What we're doing now is wrong and this is the best way Dimka."
I signed and silently agreed. We went to the ticket booth. A man of his fifties smiled at us.
"Hello boys where are you going?"
Ivan smiled, "To Portland Oregon."
"Wow that's a little over eight hours. Good traveling to you both."
The main typed on his computer and printed out our tickets and told us how much to pay. Ivan payed him but the man wasn't giving us our tickets.
"Sir we need our tickets." Ivan said.
"I need to see some identification." He warned.
Ivan locked his eyes with the man's and spoke calmly, "We don't need identification, you'll give us our tickets."
He used compulsion. The man gave us our tickets without a word.
An announcement was on the intercom, "One minute until Oregon leaves!"
Ivan and I looked at each other and took off to where the trains where.
